Moving Shipwreck

My parents are moving to Beaverton OR. I am moving with them. At some point it troubles me that I am still living with them and this upheaval in their life means an upheaval in mine since I am 35 years old. The moment passes quickly. I’m mostly excited because I have friends who live in the Portland area, and I’m hoping to see them more often after we move. I’ve also had employment issues that I hope will be resolved after we move.

There are two people in a small dingy, adrift at sea. A Japanese ship is in the area and hears something on the radio about survivors of a wreck. They are on an important mission, but when someone on the crew sees the tiny boat, they stop and pull the two people aboard. They are given food and water and warm clothes. The Japanese intercept another boat and hand the shipwreck survivors off so they can move onto their mission. The boat sails into a remote part of the ocean with no intention of ever seeing land again. They detonate a small nuclear device aboard their ship killing themselves and unknown to them, a small pod of whales. The pod of whales had just begun to recover from near extinction a few years prior.

Note: the second dream was viewed and narrated more like a movie than a dream, a strange style for me.